The chill merely brushed past him, yet Tang Lun immediately lost all feeling in his back.
But he was, after all, a Saint who cultivated the Fledgling Fire Divine Dao. Moreover, that stream of chill had not struck him directly.
With a single thought, the Dao essence within his body circulated frenziedly, driving out every trace of cold from within him!
The chill had missed Tang Lun, but the people behind him were not so lucky.
The Saint who followed close behind Tang Lun was Qin Yuan of the Qin Family.
Before Qin Yuan could react, he saw the chill strike him squarely in the chest.
As one of the more powerful Saints, he did not even have time to say a word. His astonished expression had already frozen on his face...
"Whoosh..."
Transformed into an ice sculpture, Qin Yuan plummeted straight downward like a stone.
Although the Saints nearby could have intervened to stop Qin Yuan's fall, the chill within his body was simply too dense.
What kind of chill was this? It was practically a deadly cold poison with no antidote!
With no one coming to his aid, Qin Yuan soon vanished from everyone's sight...
The other two streams of chill shot from the several heads struck empty space instead, claiming no lives.
Qin Yuan's sudden death once again threw the members of the Noble Families Alliance into panic.
In everyone's eyes, the Qin Family's Saint was an existence on par with Mu Haiji, Leng Yao, and Tang Lun. To see such a figure die in the blink of an eye gave them all an unreal feeling.
Under these circumstances, who would still dare charge in recklessly?
But the intermittent period of the Ice Volcano was extremely short...
Just as howling sounds rose from below once more and